Paroles et traduction SPM - Los Katrachos (feat. Mr.G, Mad One, SPM & Lo-G)

Los Katrachos (feat. Mr.G, Mad One, SPM & Lo-G)

Verse 1
(Mad One)
Me Encuentro, en el camino, feria clavada, destruego, la vida, no vale nada
Voy pal otro lado, del estado, pa connectar me, con el, mas pesado
Voy por 100 kilos, de herba mala, llego mañana, con dos, kilos de lana
Por esta maña, la vida es dulce, como la caña, soy el rey de la Yarda
(SPM)
Bow Wow Wow, Cuidao
Vale mas que te quedes callado
Buckshots in my Ump-Bop
Plowin outcha Chumpa
Whats up cumpa, come up off ya skunka
You're phonier then Cubic Zerconia
Only ya, Second away from having a hole in ya
I say it once and won't repeat it, We come and heat it
Your moms will read it in the paper if you don't believe it

(Chorus) X 2
(Frost) Katrachos Homes
(SPM) The Purest in the game, Standin in the rain, tryina make a little change
(Frost) Los Katrachos
(SPM) The Purist in the game, Like pearl flake Cane, as it burns in their flame

Verse 2
(Low-G)
Simon, El Pelon de Houston
Where a lot of men are come and are hard laid with stone
El chingon, Believe me son its on
No ay perdon, from LA to Nuevo Leon
El katracho homes, te mato per vien gatcho
Mira como te ves, men portando macho
Aqui estoy, perdido en la guera
Rapiando vuscando, otra manera
(SPM)
La lona llena, Te quemas el la flema
Tejas es mi tiera, fumando de la buena
Viediendo mi queso queriendo aser un peso
Por la dia de mi nueve, te da un beso
Le sacas esos, en la calle progreso
Mi pantalon, carga 3 fieros
Sureños, Nortenos
Somos dueños
Diosito perdona me, por mis sueños
Soy pobre, brown skin como el cobre
Sobres, I put it down con los mejores

(Chorus) X 2

Verse 3
(Mariachi)
Dicen que vienen del sur
Era un caro colorado
Traea 100 kilos de mota
Ivan con rumba Chicago
Ya lo sabia el frost
Que con manda el condado
(Mad One)
Soy el capitante, traficante
Jugando el juego matando putos que ponen el dedo
Con el peso viene la feria
Los celos trian peligro
Esperando mercancía con mi cuete sanecidro
Dos viejas con mercancia en un caro nuevo
La migra no sabe pero trucha con el pero
Le Meti veinte Mil pero le voy a sacar sesenta
Desde San diego, a Los Angeles, tengo kilos, a la venta
Y no se dan cuenta cuando pienso, mis movidas
Y no le dan caria, a las gueras presumidas
Pachuco mafioso connectando transas grandes
Tratando de mover toda mi familia adelante
Negocio es negocia y lo mio es lo mio
Pagame mi feria, o pon tu cuerpo frio
Los peros son raviosos y todos tienen hambre
So no te metas en la vida de un traficante
(Frost)
From Brownsville to Brownsville
24 siete, a siendo jale
(Mad One)
Mira la Mercancia
(Frost)
Nada Chale
Me vale Coca, Marijuana
Chiva on coca, I make the hynas get locas
Laughing like hyenas
El jugador conector de las gallinas
Los Katrachos, treating jente gacho
Fino, thousand dollar bottles of Vino
(Mad One)
My Jefe says it aint koo though
(Frost)
But what tha fuck does he know?
El mero mero, doin trancas with vaceros
Pistolers, so fuck u culeros
Big power moves with rancheros, es mi dinero
Finer things like diamond rings and gold chains
Be standin in the rain

Chorus

The Hondurans (feat. Mr.G, Mad One, SPM & Lo-G)

Verse 1
(Mad One)
I find myself on the road, fair stuck, I waste away, life is worthless
I'm going to the other side of the state, to connect with the heaviest
I'm going for 100 kilos of bad weed, I'll arrive tomorrow with two kilos of wool
For this morning, life is sweet, like sugarcane, I am the king of the Yard
(SPM)
Bow Wow Wow, Watch out
You better stay quiet
Buckshots in my Ump-Bop
Plowin outcha Chumpa
What's up cumpa, come up off ya skunka
You're phonier than Cubic Zirconia
Only ya, Second away from having a hole in ya
I say it once and won't repeat it, We come and heat it
Your moms will read it in the paper if you don't believe it

(Chorus) X 2
(Frost) Honduran Homes
(SPM) The purest in the game, standing in the rain, trying to make a little change
(Frost) The Hondurans
(SPM) The purest in the game, like pearl flake Cane, as it burns in their flame

Verse 2
(Low-G)
Simon, El Pelon from Houston
Where a lot of men are come and are hard laid with stone
El chingon, Believe me son it's on
No ay perdon, from LA to Nuevo Leon
The Honduran homes, I kill you for being a snitch
Look at how you look, men acting tough
Here I am, lost in the war
Rapping, looking for another way
(SPM)
The canvas full, you burn in the phlegm
Texas is my land, smoking the good stuff
Selling my cheese wanting to make a peso
For the day of my nine, it gives you a kiss
You take those out, in the progress street
My pants, carry 3 irons
Southerners, Northerners
We are owners
God forgive me for my dreams
I'm poor, brown skin like copper
Envelopes, I put it down with the best

(Chorus) X 2

Verse 3
(Mariachi)
They say they come from the south
It was a red car
He was carrying 100 kilos of weed
They were going with a rumble to Chicago
Frost already knew it
That with the county's order
(Mad One)
I'm the captain, trafficker
Playing the game, killing whores who point the finger
With the weight comes the feria
Jealousy brings danger
Waiting for merchandise with my San Isidro gun
Two old ladies with merchandise in a new car
The migra doesn't know but be careful with the dog
I put twenty thousand in but I'm going to get sixty out
From San Diego to Los Angeles, I have kilos for sale
And they don't realize when I think, my moves
And they don't give love, to the presumed white girls
Pachuco mafioso connecting big deals
Trying to move my whole family forward
Business is business and what's mine is mine
Pay me my feria, or put your body cold
The dogs are vicious and they are all hungry
So don't get into the life of a trafficker
(Frost)
From Brownsville to Brownsville
24 seven, doing work
(Mad One)
Look at the merchandise
(Frost)
Nothing cheap
I don't care Coca, Marijuana
Chiva on coke, I make the hynas get crazy
Laughing like hyenas
The player connector of the chickens
The Hondurans, treating people badly
Fine, thousand dollar bottles of wine
(Mad One)
My Jefe says it ain't cool though
(Frost)
But what tha fuck does he know?
El mero mero, doin trancas with vaceros
Pistolers, so fuck u culeros
Big power moves with rancheros, es mi dinero
Finer things like diamond rings and gold chains
Be standin in the rain

Chorus